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Allexandra's POV

No, no, no please don't ask me that question. I don't want to remember. Please

My conscious was spiraling into unwanted thoughts.
My throat was beginning to tighten at the thought of explaining my story to them.. lord let them have mercy on me.

I knew this was coming.

Why did I have to throw the video proof down the drain?

Why did I have to avoid telling my mother?

Could someone please help my spiraling mind to calm down???

If This was not enough I knew they would hear me scream myself awake thanks to those wretched nightmares. Oh HELL not the nightmares. If the nightmares weren't enough, these things were haunting my school, MY DAILY LIFE. And I couldn't do jack crap about it.

"Wait you mean she can see us when-"

He was cut short by my nod.
My face was showing plain outright fear, guilt and remorse as I remember that horrible night and every night that followed.
Jackson's face held pure shock and some recognition. "So does that mean she, sh-she can .. like see uhm, like see all of the things other people can't?  Like we can?"
He asked while madly stuttering
Violet didn't answer him.
I knew this question was coming but I really hoped it would take longer to arrive.
Refusing to let my fear get the better side of me I started explaining...

"It happened 5 months ago, they swore it was just a simple competition, a game if you will. But when we arrived, I knew it wasn't a game, I couldn't back out..."

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